Victorious Star (16 page)

Ravnos pulled away groaning.

Victoria gasped for air while his cum dribbled from her lips. She raised a hand to wipe at it and heard Ravnos pick something up from the deck. Cloth rustled. Was he getting dressed?

Seht moaned and shifted in her ass. “My turn.”

“Blood and Chaos, Seht!” Ravnos shouted. “What are you doing?”

Victoria stilled.
What the hell just happened?
She blinked but couldn’t see a damn thing.

“Blood and semen.” Seht groaned. “It takes blood and semen, you know that.”

“Damn you, don’t bleed to death on me!”

“I’ll be fine.” Seht chuckled tiredly. “I’ve done this once or twice before, you know.”

Ravnos groaned. “I know, I know.”

She squinted, trying to force her eyes to see. “What happened?”

Seht snorted. “Later. Lie down.”

Victoria dropped to her elbows, then gingerly down on her stomach. Her ass was very tight.

Seht pressed down on her until she lay flat on the mat with her legs wide, with him lodged between them. He leaned up. “This is the last of it.”

She felt a long line of fire open across her back and hissed. Wetness ran down her sides. It felt like a cut.

Seht pressed full-length down on her, clasped his arms tightly around her waist and chest, then rolled them both onto their sides, spooning her into his body. He sighed. “We’re going to need food when we come out of this.”

“I remember.” Ravnos’s voice sounded resigned. “I’ll check on you in an hour.”

An hour?
Victoria heard retreating footsteps. Ravnos had left. She shuddered. Now what?

Victoria felt a fine trembling erupt all over her. “What are you going to do?” Her voice came out a frightened whisper.

His arms tightened around her with crushing force. “Who do you serve?”

Victoria stilled.
These questions again?
She blinked against sudden tears. “You,
‘Syr,
and Ravnos.”

“Yes, oh yes.” A purr rumbled in his throat. “And you are my pet, are you not?”

Victoria’s voice came out tight and high. “Yes,
‘Syr.”

“Turn your head and offer me your throat, pet.”

Victoria swallowed.
Merciless Fate, he’s going to bite me!
She turned her head anyway, and lifted her chin, offering her throat.

“Such a good pet,” he whispered. His lips closed on her throat and long teeth scraped lightly on her vulnerable skin. He lifted his knee, forcing her leg up and spreading her open. One hand slid down her stomach to delve for her clit.

Liquid fire, wanton heat, ferocious arousal… Her belly clenched with imminent and exquisite rapture. She gasped out a soft moan. The delayed climax had not gone away, but merely waited.

His hips rotated, grinding his heavy cocks deep into her passages.

The cruel tightness in her ass brought a sharp and vicious edge to the pleasure skittering up her spine. She arched into him, moaning in passionate torment.

Seht released her throat. “Who do you serve?”

Victoria sucked in a trembling breath, desperate for the release that was only a moment away. “You,
‘Syr,
and Ravnos.”

“That’s right. To whom do you belong?”

His fingers were becoming painful on her overexcited clit. She writhed against him. “You,
‘Syr,
and Ravnos.”

“Say it.” A liquid growl erupted from his chest. “You belong to us.”

Victoria gasped. “I belong to you and Ravnos.”

“Who are your masters?”

A hard shudder shook her from head to toe. “You,
‘Syr,
and Ravnos.”

“I’m about to cum in your ass and in your cunt, pet. Would you like that?”

“Yes, yes,
‘Syr.”
Victoria moaned. Fate yes, she wanted him to cum so she could cum.

“Are you going to cum with me?”

Alarm jangled along her senses. She knew a trick question when she heard one. She took a breath to think, but the coiling tension in her body was making it hard to string one thought to the next. The correct answer struck her like lightning.

“May I?”

“Very clever, pet, very clever indeed.” The purr was back in his voice. “Yes, you may.”

Victoria released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Thank you,
‘Syr.”

“And a thank-you? Well done.” Seht chuckled. “Ravnos was right, you are a natural submissive. You’ll make a perfect slave.”

Victoria stilled, shocked.
They were right, bloody Fate, they were right…

Seht’s lips brushed her throat. “We’ll take such good care of you.” He grunted and thrust hard.

Victoria’s body suddenly tightened with ravenous and urgent force. Thought fled before desperate need. She cried out and writhed.

He thrust again, and then again.

Her gasping cries punctuated his deliciously cruel thrusts. She shuddered in his arms, lost in the roiling and perilous wave of pleasure that steadily wound tighter with treacherous intent and amassed toward a crushing fall.

“Almost there,” he whispered in a voice husky with desperate passion. He thrust again and groaned.

Victoria arched, baring her throat, unable to stand any more of the torturous pleasure. “Please,” she moaned. “Please…”

“Yes…” Teeth closed tightly on her throat. He bit down and thrust, holding her tight.

Victoria felt his long teeth stab into her throat as his cocks pulsed within her. He had finally cum. Climax rose with howling strength. The breath stopped in her throat. Wanton fire, brutal delight and gorgeous agony crashed over her. She cried out and shuddered in violent release.

She panted, shivering in his arms.
One hell of an orgasm…

“Mmm… That was nice.” He licked the wounds on her throat. His hands closed on her breasts and squeezed.

She gasped. His bite was intensifying the pleasure still raging through her.

His rumbling purr vibrated through her. “Again,” he whispered.

Victoria frowned.
Again?
Suddenly another wave of burning delight washed through her, then escalated with murderous speed toward another climax. Her breath stilled in her throat. She shivered with tension and climax took her with horrific strength. She shouted in release.

The wave left her panting. Victoria could barely think past the trembling that shook her.

“Oh, yes…” His fingers tugged on her nipples. “Again.”

Victoria shook her head. She didn’t want to do it again. She felt the tide rise anyway, and escalate toward vicious orgasm. She shrieked, bucking in his embrace from the screaming pleasure that took her.

“Again…”

Ravnos shoved water from his cheeks and peered at her. “Awake?”

She nodded then groaned. Her whole body ached. But damn, it was nice to be able to see again.

Ravnos gave her a small smile. “Think you can stand on your own?”

She nodded again and raised a hand to wipe water from her face. The force cuffs were missing from her wrists.
Well, that’s a nice change.

Seht shot Ravnos a narrowed glance. “We can stay here…”

“No, set her down.” Ravnos held Seht’s gaze. “She’ll be fine, remember?”

Seht was clearly not happy, but he nodded.

She slid through their arms to stand on her feet. They pushed her to step forward. She teetered on unsteady knees and reached out behind her to grab onto one of their arms. Her hand found nothing. She was forced to grab for the wall instead. She turned, blinking through the water.

They weren’t in the shower stall.

“Seht?” Ravnos’s voice was calm.

She released a breath. They were just outside the frosted glass.

“What are you --?” Seht sounded surprised.

“Hold still.”

“Aubrey, don’t --!”

She heard the sound of two bodies grappling, then a heavy thump as something hit the far wall.

“I said, hold still.”

There was a click.

Seht released a breathy moan. “Why are you --?”

“Quiet.” Ravnos’s voice was firm. “When we get to my quarters.”

There was a second click.

She moved toward the sliding door and fumbled it open. The facility was small and very spare. It was clearly designed for zero gravity use as well as normal use. A water-collector drying stall big enough for one body was on her immediate left with a water-trap sink set in a tiny counter on her right. Cabinets were set into the wall.

They had their backs to her as Ravnos lifted a black velvet dressing gown onto Seht’s shoulders. Both of them looked damp. Apparently they had skipped using the water collector.

Seht reached to pull his long hair from inside his robe and let the damp mass fall down his back. A glint of metal caught her eye. Seht was wearing force cuffs on his wrists.

Ravnos pulled on a brocaded dressing gown and spotted her standing there. “There are some night clothes and a robe on the counter. I have dinner waiting up in my quarters. Finish bathing; we’ll meet you there.”

Seht dropped his head and wrapped his arms around himself, gripping his elbows tightly.

She blinked. They were leaving her?

Ravnos shot Seht a narrow look. “Tell her how to close the
barque.”

Seht tucked his chin and glared at Ravnos. “When you are outside, press your palm on the left side and say
abut.
It means close.”

Ravnos turned to Victoria. “Got that?”

She nodded and grabbed the doorway with white knuckles. They
were
leaving her.

“Good, see you at dinner.” Ravnos set a firm hand on Seht’s shoulder and gently shoved him out of the tiny facility.

She desperately wanted to go after them, but the command to finish bathing wouldn’t let her step from the shower. She stepped back in, determined to hurry.

She stepped under the water collector to dry herself and activated the unit. She blinked under the sudden light and stared at her reflection in the mirrored wall.
Holy Mother of All!

Under the strong light she could finally see what both of them had meant about physical changes. Her skin was golden, not as in tanned skin, but more like metal. In fact, there was a slight gleam to it. She stroked her arm. Smooth, too, no body hair. Other than her brows and her mane, she was completely hairless. Her fingernails had lengthened and lightened to almost a frost white.

She frowned at her reflection. Her eyes looked bigger, a lot bigger. She had to look to the side to see the whites around her irises. Her eyes were also the wrong color; they had gone from a pale brown to deep black. She angled her gaze and caught a glimpse of green reflected deep within.
Okay…
Her eye augmentations appeared to be all right.

Her hair was still deep red, but with two broad white streaks starting at her temples. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and found the ear delicately pointed, like Seht’s. The cuts from the duel seemed to be completely healed over without a trace of scarring. Her old dueling scars were missing too. She turned around and lifted her hair. According to the mirror, her skin was completely flawless. Well, that was a nice change.

They had mentioned fangs… She stepped closer to the mirror and opened her mouth. Her eyeteeth and lower canines were longer. They weren’t all that long, not nearly as long as Seht’s, but definitely longer than before and pointed.

She nibbled carefully on her bottom lip. Her lips seemed to be tinted more of a red, and her nipples were definitely red.
Pointed ears, pointed teeth, white streaks, big black eyes, and gold skin. Not too different…
But definitely not human either.

She turned her back on the mirror and stepped out dry although her hair was still a bit damp. She ran her fingers through her hair and went to see if they had left her a brush.

Victoria stared at the black silk button-up tunic and matching trousers, confused. They were a full set of masculine sleeping clothes.
Well, that’s certainly different.
She slipped them on and discovered that they were quite a bit large.
Must be Ravnos’s.
A small smile curved her lip.
Bet he’s never worn them either.

She found a brush by the velvet dressing gown but there was nothing to tie her hair back with. She grimaced in annoyance. She hated leaving her hair loose.

Victoria tied the cloth belt on the floor-length robe and stepped barefoot into a narrow shipway. She followed the narrow walkway, staring with interest at the gleaming smooth walls. Seht’s
barque
gave absolutely nothing away. She ran a palm against the wall. It felt slightly silky. She nodded to herself.
Mimetic material.
Once the ship was active, all kinds of things would form out of the walls from the atomic level memory imprinted into the metal itself. In the meantime, it kept all its secrets to itself.

She reached the round exit door and had to pause for breath. She could not believe how tired she was. She reviewed her internal map and realized she still had one hell of a walk ahead of her. She grimaced and looked around. She was going to need something to lean on.

She spotted the dull practice sword lying on the deck by the wall. Her brows shot up. That ought to do nicely.